جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 130

Killian let out a slow breath, the sound almost lost in the quiet hum of the office. He didn’t look at Mateo, just gave a small, tired wave of his hand. “Okay. Let her in.” Vanessa sat on the edge of Killian's massive desk “Yeah, let her in,” she said, a bright, mean smile on her face. “I want to see her bitchy face. that bitch.” Mateo gave a short nod to Killian and half a glare at Vanessa then stepped outside the office then few seconds later, the heavy door swung open again, and Calla walked in. She moved like she owned the air around her. Neva was a shadow right behind her, her eyes already scanning the room, looking for trouble. “Mateo stopped me from entering,” Calla said, her voice cool and steady. “That’s a first.” Neva stepped forward, her boots quiet on the floor. “Yeah, boss,” she said, her tone flat. “What is going on?” Killian ignored Neva. His eyes were stuck on Calla. He shifted in his big leather chair, trying to seem relaxed, but his shoulders were tight. “Ca

“Drive us straight home,” Calla said softly, leaning her head against the car window. They had just left Killian's office. Neva glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Calla, about Killian getting married to—” “Not now,” Calla cut her off sharply. “And probably not ever. Please, Neva, don’t bring him up. I need a break, I just embarrassed myself right there, pity me for fuck sake, you saw what happened and what he said.” Neva pressed her lips together but didn’t argue. Calla sighed. “And one more thing, don’t try using the babies inside me to get Killian’s head straight. That won’t work. Not while I'm still alive and breathing." Neva tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “I wasn’t—” “Yes, you were,” Calla interrupted. Her voice was firm but low, like she was trying not to break. “In case you don’t know, Neva, I already lost a child once. And this time I will be careful. Very careful. If you want to protect me, I’m pleading with you… make it our secret. don't let m

. "Now this is more like it, your face is so ugly I hate seeing it." He said and he poured some lube on her ass and pussy. "Oh yeah baby, feel this cock." He forced his dick inside her pussy and he forced the dildo in her ass. "Shit yeah." He moaned and he started pounding her pussy and ass. He grabbed her breast and squeezed it. "Ohh yeah baby you're so tight, you feel so good, I love this." He said as he continued to fuck her pussy and ass and he was enjoying it more than ever because he couldn't see her face or hear her screams. He slapped her tits as he kept slamming into her and he was getting closer and closer. "Yeah, almost there, you're making me feel so good." He grabbed her hips and pulled her close and he fucked her pussy and ass harder. "Yes, yes, yes!" He moaned as he pulled out that came on her tits. "Fuck yeah!" "C'mon I need to turn you over," he stood up so he could untie her and change her position . She couldn't stand, she tired putting up a weak fight but he

Selene’s throat closed up. “You think you’re powerful. But all it takes is one wrong step, and you’ll lose everything.” “Maybe. But right now, I haven’t taken that step. You have.” He tilted his head, his grin cruel. “You walked into my house. You put yourself in my hands and cock. Don’t act shocked now that I’m using them.” “You think you’re powerful,” she said. “But all it takes is one wrong step, and you’ll lose everything.” Vincenzo laughed. It was soft and cruel. “Maybe,” he said. “Maybe. But right now, I haven’t taken that step. You have.” Selene turned to the window. Tears blurred the streetlights. The car moved faster. The dark swallowed them. The sound of metal on metal, the chains, kept time with her fear. “I hope you rot,” she whispered. Vincenzo smiled. “Rotting’s for men who lose. And I don’t lose.” She pressed her eyes shut and prayed. She prayed so hard she could feel the words like stones in her chest. The car slowed. It rolled to a stop on a lonely roa

For the first time, Damien looked shaken. His bravado cracked. “Calla, listen. If you kill me, you’ll never be free. You’ll never stop hating yourself.” She smiled, slow and chilling. “I don’t want freedom, Damien. I want revenge.” Neva stood by silently, watching, her arms crossed. Nelson leaned against the wall, face unreadable. Damien swallowed hard. “You’re better than this.” “No, Damien,” she said. “I’m worse. And you made me this way.” She raised the hammer, her hands steady. Damien tried to twist away, but the ropes held him. Calla lowered the hammer until it hovered above his knee. “Calla, wait—” She looked into his eyes, her voice calm again. “Do you feel fear now, Damien? That’s just the beginning. You’ll taste every drop of what you gave me.” And then she swung the hammer down.The hammer came down hard on Damien’s knee.A sickening crack echoed through the cell. Damien screamed so loud it shook the walls, his head throwing back, spit flying from his mouth.